The old peepal stands so strong by the road..
Its leaves whispering the story of my little town,
Of days of kings and days of revolutions..
Of changing time and changing people..
They say its sacred...I wonder why?
May be its blessings are too many to dissect..
Abode to holy spirits, chirpy birds and tiny insects..
Shade to all those weary travelers..
Friend to all those little pranksters..
Witness to all those silent lovers..
In all those years it graced my land,
The rivers dried up and the roads came up..
But this majestic guardian still stands strong,
To tell us all, the story of my little town..
Of days of kings and days of revolutions..
Of changing time and changing people..
